Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Armenia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Hoover to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
E-Dancer,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barclay James Harvest,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eddi Front,
Rotary Connection,
Cybotron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Five Americans,
Guru Guru,
John Lydon,
Roxette,
PIL,
Jesper Dahlback,
OOIOO,
Throbbing Gristle,
Suburban Knight,
Dark Day,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barrington Levy,
Patti Smith,
The Cowsills,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mad Mike,
Simply Red,
Derrick May,
Chris Corsano,
Camberwell Now,
Bang On A Can,
Kenny Larkin,
New York Dolls,
Dave Gahan,
Sister Nancy,
Freddie Wadling,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fat Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Barry Ungar,
Ten City,
Roxy Music,
Saccharine Trust,
Rosa Yemen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Popol Vuh,
Scion,
Mo-Dettes,
Kaleidoscope,
Outsiders,
Blancmange,
Model 500,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Basic Channel,
The Human League,
Ornette Coleman,
Parry Music,
Loose Ends,
Sällskapet,
Gong,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.